The Ecstasy of de Feet
Title: The Ecstasy of de Feet Fifi!Draco verse #23
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Fifi!Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex, roleplaying, crossdressing
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 725
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for felaine, with a prompt of Fifi!Draco, nail polish
Summary: Harry's maid is full of surprises.
Harry returned home with a case file tucked under one arm and a bottle of wine under the other. Draco hated it when he brought work home with him; thus the wine to soothe his boyfriend's pique.
"Draco?" he said. When there was no response, Harry wandered into the kitchen to put the wine away. He found a note in Draco's script:
I'll be home later. ~ D
Harry shrugged and set the note aside. This would work in his favor. He could review his case file before his boyfriend returned home, then devote the rest of the evening to Draco. Harry padded down the hallway to the bedroom and on into the bathroom. He halted and stared in confusion at the things hanging from the shower rod.
"What is this?" Harry wondered aloud.
"Those are my stockings, M'sieur."
Harry whirled around. "Fifi!" he cried. His heart and cock pounded in excitement. "Why are your stockings hanging from the shower?"
"I 'ad to wash them, M'sieur," replied the maid.
Harry caressed Fifi with his lustful gaze. The maid was wearing the short black dress that Harry so favored, but Fifi's legs were bare. Harry's eyes followed those lithe limbs all the way down, idly noting the high-heeled sandals on Fifi's feet before his attention was riveted on the maid's toes. Harry clutched at the edge of the sink and wheezed, "You painted your toenails?"
"Oui, M'sieur."
"Let me see," ordered Harry. He extended one hand and snapped his fingers.
One of Fifi's eyebrows rose, but the maid obediently shifted to one foot and placed the other in Harry's outstretched hand. Harry bent his head, and Fifi snapped, "Do not look under my skirt, M'sieur."
Harry grinned and returned his attention to the maid's pretty toes. There would be time later to see what Fifi was wearing under that skirt. "Your toes are very sexy, Fifi," said Harry. "The sight of them makes me want to suck them like you suck my cock. Would you enjoy that?"
"Mais oui, M'sieur," breathed the maid.
Harry dropped Fifi's foot, grabbed the maid by the arm and bustled Fifi into the bedroom. Harry pushed Fifi onto the bed and removed the maid's sandals. He nuzzled one of Fifi's feet and flicked his tongue over the bewitching toes.
Fifi squealed in response. "You have such a naughty tongue, M'sieur!"
Harry sucked Fifi's pinkie toe into his mouth, laved it with his naughty tongue, then treated each of the other toes to the same ministration. Fifi's legs opened wider with each passing moment, allowing Harry to look under the maid's skirt at will. The knickers the maid wore matched the scarlet polish on Fifi's toes, and Harry's cock throbbed with the need for relief. He placed one last kiss to the arch of Fifi's foot before budging his hips between his maid's thighs.
"M'sieur, my feet," protested Fifi.
"You have other bits that need tending to," Harry said as he unbuckled his trousers, lowered his zip and freed his eager prick. He reached beneath Fifi's skirt and stripped the maid's knickers off in one deft move.
"M'sieur!" Fifi bleated. "I-ooh!"
"Mm, you like that, do you?" murmured Harry. He drew back and plunged in deeper, savoring the sensation of Fifi's tight hole clenching around him.
"Oui, M'sieur!"
"You painted your toes just to seduce me, didn't you?" Harry accused.
"Oui, M'sieur!"
"You are a naughty strumpet, Fifi."
"Ooh, M'sieur!"
Harry's hips pumped harder, and Fifi's hand reached between them and moved in rhythm with Harry's thrusts. "Oh, Harry, oh!" panted the maid.
"Yes, you hot little tart, let me hear you-"
"Harry!" cried Draco, arching up off the bed and curling his red-painted toes as he came.
Harry climaxed two strokes later, emptying himself inside his dolled-up boyfriend with a groan of pleasure. He eased out of Draco with a satisfied sigh and lay down next to him. "You painted your toenails," he said.
"Do you like them?" asked Draco, stretching both long legs out and wiggling his toes.
Harry's eyes were drawn to the display, and he licked his lips. "I love them, you bloody tease," he growled.
"Harry Potter, do you have a foot fetish?" laughed Draco.
Harry gave him a wry smile and said, "It seems I do now."
One Lucky Duck
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Fifi!Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex, roleplaying, crossdressing
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 725
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for felaine, with a prompt of Fifi!Draco, nail polish
Summary: Harry's maid is full of surprises.
Harry returned home with a case file tucked under one arm and a bottle of wine under the other. Draco hated it when he brought work home with him; thus the wine to soothe his boyfriend's pique.
"Draco?" he said. When there was no response, Harry wandered into the kitchen to put the wine away. He found a note in Draco's script:
I'll be home later. ~ D
Harry shrugged and set the note aside. This would work in his favor. He could review his case file before his boyfriend returned home, then devote the rest of the evening to Draco. Harry padded down the hallway to the bedroom and on into the bathroom. He halted and stared in confusion at the things hanging from the shower rod.
"What is this?" Harry wondered aloud.
"Those are my stockings, M'sieur."
Harry whirled around. "Fifi!" he cried. His heart and cock pounded in excitement. "Why are your stockings hanging from the shower?"
"I 'ad to wash them, M'sieur," replied the maid.
Harry caressed Fifi with his lustful gaze. The maid was wearing the short black dress that Harry so favored, but Fifi's legs were bare. Harry's eyes followed those lithe limbs all the way down, idly noting the high-heeled sandals on Fifi's feet before his attention was riveted on the maid's toes. Harry clutched at the edge of the sink and wheezed, "You painted your toenails?"
"Oui, M'sieur."
"Let me see," ordered Harry. He extended one hand and snapped his fingers.
One of Fifi's eyebrows rose, but the maid obediently shifted to one foot and placed the other in Harry's outstretched hand. Harry bent his head, and Fifi snapped, "Do not look under my skirt, M'sieur."
Harry grinned and returned his attention to the maid's pretty toes. There would be time later to see what Fifi was wearing under that skirt. "Your toes are very sexy, Fifi," said Harry. "The sight of them makes me want to suck them like you suck my cock. Would you enjoy that?"
"Mais oui, M'sieur," breathed the maid.
Harry dropped Fifi's foot, grabbed the maid by the arm and bustled Fifi into the bedroom. Harry pushed Fifi onto the bed and removed the maid's sandals. He nuzzled one of Fifi's feet and flicked his tongue over the bewitching toes.
Fifi squealed in response. "You have such a naughty tongue, M'sieur!"
Harry sucked Fifi's pinkie toe into his mouth, laved it with his naughty tongue, then treated each of the other toes to the same ministration. Fifi's legs opened wider with each passing moment, allowing Harry to look under the maid's skirt at will. The knickers the maid wore matched the scarlet polish on Fifi's toes, and Harry's cock throbbed with the need for relief. He placed one last kiss to the arch of Fifi's foot before budging his hips between his maid's thighs.
"M'sieur, my feet," protested Fifi.
"You have other bits that need tending to," Harry said as he unbuckled his trousers, lowered his zip and freed his eager prick. He reached beneath Fifi's skirt and stripped the maid's knickers off in one deft move.
"M'sieur!" Fifi bleated. "I-ooh!"
"Mm, you like that, do you?" murmured Harry. He drew back and plunged in deeper, savoring the sensation of Fifi's tight hole clenching around him.
"Oui, M'sieur!"
"You painted your toes just to seduce me, didn't you?" Harry accused.
"Oui, M'sieur!"
"You are a naughty strumpet, Fifi."
"Ooh, M'sieur!"
Harry's hips pumped harder, and Fifi's hand reached between them and moved in rhythm with Harry's thrusts. "Oh, Harry, oh!" panted the maid.
"Yes, you hot little tart, let me hear you-"
"Harry!" cried Draco, arching up off the bed and curling his red-painted toes as he came.
Harry climaxed two strokes later, emptying himself inside his dolled-up boyfriend with a groan of pleasure. He eased out of Draco with a satisfied sigh and lay down next to him. "You painted your toenails," he said.
"Do you like them?" asked Draco, stretching both long legs out and wiggling his toes.
Harry's eyes were drawn to the display, and he licked his lips. "I love them, you bloody tease," he growled.
"Harry Potter, do you have a foot fetish?" laughed Draco.
Harry gave him a wry smile and said, "It seems I do now."
One Lucky Duck